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"So now no matter how much you ask, there's no point. ”

The words of the gray-robed man are understated.

But at the sound of his voice, the corpses of the two knights behind him turned into a scattered ash powder, and the wind blew without a trace, not even a drop of blood remained on the ground.

"Two great knights, four mages, two high-ranking priests and a royal treasure hunter, this lineup is not bad for a little ghost like you, but for me, it is still not enough. And I advise you, it's better to put down the hand in your sleeve, that thing won't change anything. ”

So, Stran slowly raised his hand and stretched his five fingers.

A slight cold sweat condensed and slipped from the corners of his forehead, but he didn't try to shout for help.

Because, that makes no sense......

As the center of Tumenes' power, Fort Rover was supposed to be enveloped by a tight force, the result of centuries of ingenuity that had been built, perfected, and constructed...... Without permission, you don't even have the right to wear magical items here, let alone use the powerful spells themselves.

And now, since the other party can ignore this rule, but it has not caused the slightest backlash, then it is enough to show that the preparation is perfect, how can it be wrong in these small issues?

As for escaping, it is not even considered...... For a powerful spellcaster, identity is meaningless, he is nothing more than a small human being. As long as the other party is willing, he can take his life with a finger at any time, even if he is still a little confident in his flexibility, but can that kind of half-tone power be compared to a real big knight?

The young prince secretly gritted his teeth.

The chances of escaping are slim......

Afternoon. The brightest time of the day, the garden. The most popular places in Fort Louvre...... Whoever it is, or will not associate this qiē with an assassination plot. However, the enemy in front of him chose to make such an action at such a time and in such a place.

What audacity?

In general. There are only two kinds of people who can do this kind of thing—if not a complete lunatic, then someone who thinks he has everything in his hands......

But time seems to be proving to Strand that the success of the man in front of him is not self-righteous, but indeed well controlled—there is an empty silence around him, only the midday breeze sweeps through the overlapping sea of flowers, and sends a lush fragrance. with a slight rattling sound.

Therefore, only oneself can save oneself.

"And I, I admire your precise grasp of opportunities. The corners of his mouth curled, and he spoke. Trying to piece together a smile: "Or, this kind of opportunity, you also created it?"

The gray-robed man did not answer.

Just wait.

Waiting for Rudolph to slowly stand up and staggering closer to him, he also waited for another figure to emerge from behind a clump of flowers. The figure walked out of nothingness into this world. With a strange arc of light, it scattered mottled light and shadow in the air.

So, the prince's attention was unconsciously attracted to him, but when his gaze stopped on the man's face, Sterlan couldn't help but take a step back. He unconsciously opened his mouth, but held his breath, and just watched as the man ripped off his wide burqa and stood quietly......

The deep shock that burst out from the bottom of his heart made all the thoughts that had just been condensed in the young prince's mind become blank...... For in his pupils was a face that belonged to a young man.

The eyebrows are deep, the nose is straight, the cheekbones are square, and only the two lips are slightly thin, but they do not make him look mean, but just the right one to express a quiet temperament, and these are so familiar to Stellan Sivor-Lane Fernandes......

He'd seen it countless times...... Yes, every morning at the time of the morning, in the bedchamber, in the chariot at the court, in all that has been seen...... in the mirror.

"You ......"

Not only the appearance, but also the clothes on the person, the height, the posture of the movement, and maybe even all the qiē, are extremely similar to their own...... Or rather, the same.

Although his pale face seemed to be extraordinarily indifferent, although the brown eyes also reflected the prince's face, his expression did not change in the slightest, as if he was really facing a bronze mirror.

"I see. After a pause, the young prince, sighed again.

"Actually, I don't think you need to go through such a big deal at all, and I can follow your orders. Raising his gaze, he seemed to reorganize his thoughts, and his voice became calm, leisurely, word by word: "No matter how good an imposter is, it is impossible to compare with the real thing, and what you need is nothing more than a Strandne who obeys all your instructions, such a condition, I am not unacceptable." ”

"So?"

As he wished, the gray-robed man spoke.

Stran bowed slightly.

"And I have no ambitions for this country in the first place, and it doesn't make much difference whether I give it to you or give it to my eldest brother, in fact, it will be of some benefit to you, or to me, because at least when you can use me, I can save my life, at least for a little longer. And if it falls into the hands of my brother, I will have no choice but to die. ”

"Very smart. ”

"Thanks for the compliment. ”

The smooth lì of the dialogue makes the young man a little calmer.

In fact, there is more to guess than that.

If this mage in front of him planned a qiē, then he should be the real hero behind the battle of the demon wolf Rudolph attacking the empire...... Also, Rudolph never wants to reveal some details of his attack on the Empire. What is certain, then, is that this person is planning an extremely grand event, and it is not even confined to this country.

But about those. Strain won't say it...... Proper expression xiàn can be exchanged for appreciation, and excessive, it can only accelerate one's own destruction.

"You are very smart and courageous, and at this time, procrastination is indeed the easiest and most effective way. And you also thought of such an accurate direction. One of the weakest links. This grasp of timing and weakness is almost comparable to that of your father. ”

The gray-robed man said softly, as if smiling:

"But people have advantages and disadvantages. For example, your father's only drawback is that he likes the power of the shadows too much. The power hidden in the shadows will certainly be more convenient and deterrent, but if you hide a qiē, even the shock may be blurred. (As for you......"

"Your shortcomings are precisely because you don't have the power, and you don't have the power to exist, not even the value of being a puppet. He lifted his gaze. continued: "Don't worry, though, you won't die. ”

This can perhaps be counted as a promise.

But in Strand's heart, there was no joy...... Even the little comfort that I had just received was scattered!

Because he sees. The young man, who looked like his shadow, was slowly moving forward, raising his palms...... In his hand was a string of ornament-like gemstones, and the smooth black pure gold was drawn into filaments and braided, surrounded by a large red crystal. Sixty-four flat surfaces of the stone are polished and crystal clear. The pigeon's blood was as red as his own, reflecting his own stunned expression.

The young prince's body trembled slightly.

The true meaning of the so-called "you won't die" is far more terrifying than he imagined.

"Soul Suppression?"

As a member of the royal family, although he has no talent for learning magic, he still needs to be aware of some special famous spells, which is to prevent being framed by some kind...... And the soul straining technique is one of the most dangerous methods, the ultimate spell of the school of the undead.

This spell can not only kill, but also seal the soul of the person who is killed in a gem. As a result, all kinds of spiritism and spiritualism used to summon souls in magic have become useless, and it is difficult to find the murderer, even if it is the most powerful prophecy, there are not many useful clues.

This may not be death, but it is a hundred, a thousand times more painful than death, because if no one rescues this soul, it can only be imprisoned forever, forever awake from being invisible, not smelling, not feeling, and having nothing...... It's not even possible to return to the River Styx.

Strain laughed.

The smile was a little bleak, because the young prince knew that he had no chance.

He slammed it!

At the same time as his body retreated, a string of beads on his body immediately flickered! The terrifying magical energy began to rotate, and in an instant, the vibration of the magic net almost brought a violent wind!

Yes, almost.

At the moment when the wind rose, a hand stretched out from the gray robe, and the pale, slender fingertips slid out of an obscure shadow, so in the next breath, the trembling of the magic net stopped abruptly, and the young prince's body was already fixed in the air.

The shadow-like young man slowly stepped forward and raised the gem in his hand.

"You...... Do you know who you are?"

Sweat slid down, and bruises erupted on his forehead with fear. But when the hand holding the gem was close to his forehead, the prince suddenly stopped struggling, stared at him, and whispered.

The shadow, with a cold look, loosened slightly......

The slight throbbing did not hide Strand's observation, so he immediately made another effort, "You are not a creature of magic, so why are you so similar to me?

"I'm curious. ”

The shadow's body paused, and suddenly said.

His voice was not much different from that of the young prince, but it was more low and cold: "But like you, I also want to live, and to live, I have no choice." ”

As he spoke, he reached out and put the gem on the forehead of His Royal Highness the Prince.

So in the next moment, the somewhat slender figure of the young man suddenly disintegrated into a scattered stream of fireflies! Only a vague shadow, swaying in the space, was picked up by a force, collected into the gem, and finally turned into the delicate facet, flickering streamers.

"Don't give up until you die...... What a cunning and stubborn little ghost. ”

The gray-robed man chuckled. Turn your gaze to the shadow of the prince. It's a pity, like his father, who thought they had broken into a new world, but in reality, their whole lives were nothing more than dancing in the hands of others. For them, struggle is just a game of amusement. So. You'd better cherish the only bit you can grasp. ”

His words seem to be self-described. But it's like commenting, teaching.

Rudolph hung his head slightly, and the only trace of blood on his face faded.

But the young man who stood beside him. But he turned a deaf ear to these, he just held the gem and stared intently at the seven-colored light that flowed in it.

"Beautiful, isn't it?"

The gray-robed man didn't seem to care about his actions: "Do you know that the soul also has its own value......

He waved his hand, the remnants of the prince scattered on the ground, a few bracelets, rings. and other objects fell on the shadow in turn, redressing him as Strand-Sivor-Ryan Fernandis.

"With him, you can ask him all the questions and you won't be detected by any magic detection. Then, remember the one qiē you should do. ”

The young man was silent.

He reached out and grasped the gem, and suddenly closed his eyes. Then the luster of the gem shone between his fingers.

But almost immediately, his body shook violently, and his expression of indifference was occupied by painful convulsions. He bent down, grabbed his right wrist with his left hand, and on both fingers, green tendons burst out!

It's just that he stubbornly closed his five fingers and clenched the ornament tighter!

Until after a few breaths. The sheen on the charm faded before he fell to his knees with a thud, a low, short cough and a low growl like that of a wounded beast.

"Stupid thing, pain?"

The gray-robed man watched like this until the end.

"It seems that only pain can make that stupid mind remember something......" His voice remained the same, but it was not as casual as if he were evaluating a person: "You think that with your little ability, you can read a large number of memories of a person at once?" Even if I have made a lot of auxiliary magic circles on this magic device, if I want to digest his memory, it will not be completed in a moment, and also, you remember, memory, is the crumb of the soul, if you continue to read the memory too many times, his memory will be completely mixed with your soul, at that time, you will not necessarily be you. ”

The surrounding light and shadow, with the mottled voice, when the voice finally fell, and the gray burqa was nowhere to be found.

Prince Strand, standing in the gardens of the palace, beside him was his faithful courtier, Count Rudolph.

Or the only difference is the expressions of the two.

"It won't be like that. Slowly straightening up, he muttered to himself, his eyes flickering.

Then, a smile spread across the corners of his mouth: "Yes, it will be fun, I will be fine, better than ever." ”

"I don't know what you're thinking, but I don't want to know. ”

Rudolph narrowed his eyes and suddenly said softly, "However, I advise you to have a clear understanding of the power of your master,"

"Yes, a dog that can bite people definitely doesn't need to bark...... Thanks for the reminder. Strand turned his head to look at him, and suddenly smiled, but with a strange syllable that few people in this world could understand: "From now on, at least for a long time, I will have to rely on you, Count Rudolph." So of course I'll seriously consider your build. ”

Rudolph frowned.

The caster who is respected as the master will not let his subordinates know the meaning of each step, and all that is needed is to work hard to execute it, so even the cutting-edge generals don't know where this prince's stand-in comes from......

But at this moment, he had a strong feeling that he didn't want to stand by this person's side.

Because, the figure that is almost the same as Stellan, but it seems to have a temperament that is diametrically opposed to the real Stellan, and if the former is a gentle breeze, then he is a kind of unhappiness that thorns in his back...... Yes, it's a bit like what Rudolph experienced on the battlefield, a feeling that is contrary to life and death.

Even if it's just a little.

It's just that the young general can't leave.

The magic around him had returned to normal, and the garden was no longer quiet, and the voices gradually began to thicken, so that he could not show the slightest flaw. In addition to this, they have more important work to do.

After walking through the castle for a moment, the two came to the largest hall.

The main venue, which is intended to be used after dozens of hourglasses, has been fully arranged...... It's just that this place, wrapped in cloth, flowers, and wondrous runes, has become a sea of colors, and it seems that there are already two visitors in advance.

One man and one woman.

Noticing the young man's face, Rudolph couldn't help but be slightly stunned. Then he frowned.

And at this moment, the companion beside him seemed to be suddenly shocked for no reason.

I even forgot to speak.

"Viscount Edward, what are you doing here?" the young Earl frowned, and duly picked up the conversation for his companion, "I remember that I have already said that I am personally very tired of you!"

"Oh, I remember that this is not your home Your Excellency, Earl, what, is there a rule that you can't pass here?"

"It seems that the alcohol I just drank is a little ...... When I came out to look for Count Rudolph, I was in a hurry, so the wine was a little high. In order to understand the alcohol, I wandered here unconsciously, and I slept or it would be fine. Strain smiled weakly, "I'm sorry, Viscount Edward, I won't be with you......"

Seeing the two figures leave, the Psychic Warlock's gaze shrank slightly. Let the woman beside him whisper,

"What's wrong?"

"It's kind of weird...... No, it's nothing, but is there such a thing as wine in this world?"

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